For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation.

Europe has lived on its contradictions, flourished on its differences, and, constantly transcending itself thereby, has created a civilization on which the whole world depends even when rejecting it. This is why I do not believe in a Europe unified under the weight of an ideology or of a technocracy that overlooked these differences.

The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

[Liberty] is a choreand a long-distance race, quite solitary, quite exhausting.

When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.